Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.